In my playroom windows shutPurple carpet, smell of slaughterWaiting for the game to startSetting all the toys in orderShadows dancing on the wallsWeird sounds drill my earsPlaying with my pretty toysSeeing death in their tearsMoony circle, yellow holeOn the blackened midnight curtainWhat about your mortal soulIs it still remain uncertain?Death is just an open gateDive inside it, cross the borderWelcome to another stateWelcome to the Empty QuarterDoor is open, please come inToys are waiting for you comingJoin my endless sufferingFeel how slowly time is runningWould you like to have some drink?Take a seat in rocking chairBlood is colder than you thinkTaste a bit and don't bewareSo much horror you will feelNoone felt so much before youYou will see how I can killLocked inside my paranoiaThoughts and fears all hide awayBloody stains on dirty ceilingThis is how I like to playHaving fun I like this feeling...